Hogwarts’s Affectionate and Righteous Slytherin

"And Alphard." He turned his head to Reggie, it was hard to imagine that there would be such a peaceful and nostalgic light in the eyes of this rebellious old man, "He showed me the real Muggle world, let me know that Blake still has How... ignorant those guys are."

"You really love him, and your cousin, and Lucretia, I guess she's your aunt?" Ridge tried to speak in a relaxed tone, he wasn't quite used to Sirius' current state, but he knew What does the other party need now.

"You know, sometimes I think, if it wasn't for them, I don't think I'd be who I am now." He had a nonchalant look on his face, "I'd probably be sorted into Slytherin—and then with those lunatics. Being friends and becoming a lunatic like Rael or Bella is the scariest thing in the world, isn't it?"

"No," Reggie's voice was firm.

"You'll still be who you are now, though you won't resist so fiercely, maybe you won't know James, Peter, Remus. But I know you'll never be a bloodline proponent, yes, because —" Having said this, Reggie paused for a while, and Sirius himself didn't realize how surprised and expectant his eyes were.

Reggie thought of the man who was later imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years, the man who was full of guilt for his brother and finally chose to self-exile, he no longer hesitated, "because your heart is just and clear."

Sirius smiled, but his eyes seemed a little wet, but he shrugged his hair and strode forward.

When he turned around again, what Reggie saw was the familiar, unaccustomed, rebellious smile on his face again.

Sirius had relaxed, looked at Reggie's clothes and laughed, "Oh! If Lestrange saw them, I bet they'd be **** - you're wearing Muggle enough. ."

"I think it's cool, how about you?" Ridge looked down at his clothes.

"Yes, I also think Muggle clothes are convenient."

"You're dressed... grandly today."

"Thanks for the compliment! But I took this outfit out of the closet in less than ten seconds. It's ridiculous, isn't it? Regis, trust me, I'd rather wear Muggle clothes."

"No, I think this dress is good."

"Really?" He asked Reggie suspiciously, knowing that he went out too hastily today, and chose an old dress - not embarrassment is lucky! But now, since Regis feels pretty good? You must know that after meeting James, he laughed at him for a long time.

"I'm not boring enough to lie to you."

"Then I'll trust you for once. Now, go find James! Go!" Sirius laughed and ran, as if he thought it was cool.

Rui Ji was also driven, and it was rare to become naive, but the two of them did not consider the danger of running in the field of so many people at all.

"Sorry!" The young Asian girl pulled up Reggie, who fell to the ground.

She wasn't much older than Reggie, at least it seemed, obviously a student. At the Quidditch World Cup, you can see Quidditch lovers from all over the world.

"It's alright." Reggie straightened her robes, "I'm sorry, but I ran too fast."

Just as she was about to bump into her, the Asian girl moved quickly, easily dodging the running Regis.

Of course, because of inertia, he fell heavily to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm still very sorry, I shouldn't have avoided it," said the brunette girl apologetically.

"It's okay." Ridge rubbed his leg and shook his head.

"Need a spell treatment?"

"No, I think I can handle it myself." Regis declined the offer.

This is so embarrassing! Moreover, he is so strong, doesn't he just fall? ! If you can live with it, you need to use a healing spell.

"Are you Asian?" He decided to change the subject in order to avoid the staring eyes of the other party, and then felt the stupidity of the question he blurted out--isn't that an obvious fact?

"Yes." The girl hung her loose hair behind her ears and nodded lightly, "I'm a student at the Japanese Magic Institute, Yui Hatta."

"Hello, I'm Reggie Duke, a student at Hogwarts, the British School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He stretched out his hand, but he quickly remembered that the Japanese custom is to bow when they meet, so he stretched out his normal hand and stiffened. Living.

Luckily, Yui Hatto held his hand with understanding, avoiding the embarrassing scene.

After running a distance, Sirius realized that Regis was not following, so he turned around and found it.

"This is my friend Sirius Black."

"Oh, do you support the England team?" After saying hello politely, Puerto Yuyi said kindly.

"No," Sirius blushed strangely, "who would support England?! I love Ireland. Unfortunately, it didn't make it to the final this time."

"So," said Puerto Yui in a soft tone, "who do you think will win, Croatia or Madagascar?"

Ridge shrugged: "I don't like either team very much. Of course, I think Syria has a better chance of winning."

Hatto Yui smiled slightly: "I think so too, I'm sorry I had to go looking for my companion, I hope you're really okay. I think we'll meet again. Goodbye, Duke, Black. "

She left.

"Are you all right?" After Yui Bo Duo left, Sirius only remembered to take care of his good friend.

"It's okay, it just fell, but it at least reminds us not to run too fast."

Sirius shrugged: "This shows that you need to try to play Quidditch, Reggie, when there are many people like this, flexible skills will allow you to avoid what happened just now."

"I'm good enough." Reggie didn't bother to argue with him, just reflected that he shouldn't be so immature, but strangely, James and Sirius always seemed to have the magical ability to make people as naive as them.

"Quidditch is not that easy." Sirius hummed, and continued to drag him to find his good brother James.

******

"I hate Penny Evans!" James complained loudly, waving his wand disguised as a disguised pipe.

It seems he was reminded too.

"By the way," he immediately turned pitiful again, "Is Lily really not coming back?"

"That's right! This is the fifth time you've asked this question!" said Snape irritably.

"What? Only five times?" Regis asked exaggeratedly.

"I also think that there are more than five times, there should be eight or nine times." Sirius cooperated.

Jaime was clearly beaten by the duo.

"You! You don't understand the pain of missing at all." He shouted angrily.

Although Snape was also very annoyed by Lily's departure, he still mocked: "Correct, it's just you who miss you alone, Lily wants you to disappear from the world."

"I don't believe it!" James said confidently, rolling his eyes.

Seeing this, Snape decided not to reason with anyone with a troll in his head.

"What shall we do next?" Sirius asked lazily.

Everyone looked at each other for a while, without any idea.

Peter, who was standing on the side, opened his mouth to show off to his good brothers that he had learned to call God to guard. But there seemed to be a premonition that blocked his speech.

"It's a surprise," he thought, hiding it as long as possible.

"I'm hungry," Peter finally said, opening his mouth.

"It's not dinner time yet, Wormtail, you're a mouse not a pig." Sirius sneered.

"But I'm hungry, Bigfoot." Peter, who had always been timid, protested in a rare low voice when it came to cooking.

Since it was still early before the start of the game, a few of them had no idea what to do next. Ridge looked at it, "I think Peter said to go out, we can go get something to eat first, Desiree?"

"Desiree?" James was a little puzzled at first, but quickly reacted. He covered his stomach and laughed frantically, and his wild laughter made the surrounding wizards cast puzzled glances.

And Sirius's eyes seemed to have a few Cruciatus curses on him, oh yes, and Reggie, and the initiator.

Alphard, who was yawning in his tent, sneezed suddenly.

"Dude, I finally know why you didn't let us know your nickname." James gasped a few times to avoid dying laughing, "If my nickname was this, I'd rather pull my hair out! Hahahaha- ' He started laughing uncontrollably again.

"James Potter! Shut me up!" Sirius rushed over, and the two of them scuffled on the spot. Anthony applauded warmly and hoped that they would fight harder.

The others also stood aside, watching the two fight, even Remus just smiled helplessly and did not step forward to stop it.

It ends with both messing up the other's hair - which James has the upper hand on, and Sirius grabs his long hair without a trace in an attempt to restore it.

"Come here." Marlene raised her chin at him, and if it weren't for the Ministry of Magic officials patrolling, he would have used a spell to arrange his hair neatly.

Since Lily had something to leave temporarily, and Amelia had something to do, she ended up mixing with the group.

Sirius didn't understand what she was going to do, but he bent down and put his head in front of her.

"You have to use a comb, haven't you combed your hair before?" Marlene combed his hair with her fingers and couldn't help but be glad he washed it.

"You don't even use a comb."

"Because I usually comb my hair with a spell!" Marlene said confidently.

"me too."

The tousled boy James scratched his hair curiously watching her movements.

"Why is my hair so messy when I comb my hair every day?" he asked in confusion.

"Are you sure you call it combing your hair a few times with your fingers?" Marlene said bitterly.

"Then what are you doing?" James said, blinking innocently.

"Shut up." A few syllables broke out between her lips, and James wisely accepted her offer.

"Hey, Marlene! You hurt me," Sirius said half-jokingly.

"Take care of your hair yourself."

"Oh! No--"

"Then shut up." Marlene combed Sirius' hair, and by the time it was over, most of the wizards had already started making dinner.

Marlene sniffed and smelled the wafting aroma and said, "Have you prepared dinner? Why don't you go to my tent and eat."

"What do you think?" said Sirius.

So the big guy rushed to the tent of the Mackin farmhouse.

Mr. McKinnon was drilling logs outside the tent to make a fire, with a confused expression on his face, while Mrs. McKinnon was standing aside giggling.

"Hey! Marlene, is this your friends?" Mrs. McKinnon greeted warmly, shaking the Daily Prophet in her hand.

"Hello, ma'am!" said the boys in unison, still knowing what to say when.

Of course, if they dared to wink at Mrs. McKinnon, she would curse them at them.

"Dad, what are you doing? Shouldn't the firewood be lit with a match now?" said Marlene earnestly, and Mrs. McKinnon laughed so hard that she burst into tears.

"God! You wizards can't live without magic!"

Mr. McKinnon wiped his hands in embarrassment, and the children glanced at each other, wondering what they should do next.

"Can I try something else?" said Mr. McKinnon softly, cautiously, timidly, as he continued to rub his hands together.

"Marlene told me you can't use spells, but are you the kind of person who follows the rules?" Mrs. McKinnon asked in an odd tone, pushing up her glasses.

"I think I am," said Mr. McKinnon nervously, picking up and putting down the camouflage tube beside him.

"It's not that spells can't be used, it's mainly officials from the Ministry of Magic who are patrolling." Marlene explained.

"Oh, it's just a bunch of chattering wizards. We live in the deepest part of the camp, and no one will come here to patrol. Besides, if you are more obsessed with making fires, we can wait to starve to death here."

"We're wizards, Mom, who can guarantee that those guys didn't set up traces in the camp?"

"Oh, Marlene, it wasn't that long ago that your dad was setting up tents with spells."

Marlene swallowed.

"Mrs. McKinnon is right," James said briskly.

"We don't have to be afraid of those Ministry of Magic officials~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Eating is the most important thing!"

"I'm not afraid of the officials!" said Marlene angrily. "I'm just worried about my wand being confiscated!"

"So you can practice wandless spells, don't you?" Sirius gloated on the sidelines.

Marlene rolled her eyes. "Sounds good." She wasn't very hopeful about the chances of making a fire the Muggle way.

"Burning flames!" She waved the camouflage pipe in her hand. The firewood was successfully lit. She looked around and saw no Ministry officials.

"It's on fire now, dear Mr. McKinnon, what are you going to do to entertain dear friends?"

"Well, maybe, do you like roast goose?" stammered old McKinnon, who usually only showed his cooking skills - technically a proficiency in housework spells - in front of his family, when suddenly A group of visiting boys made him uncomfortable.

The boys looked at each other, and Sirius quickly nodded while covering James' mouth with Remus.

"I like it very much! Sir."